Get Out Give In (Expatriate)

I kinda wanna know that you're down on your luck Just the way I was when I needed to run, run You kill a piece of me, every time the phone rings And it ain't your voice down the end of the line Turn off the light, turn on the dark We're standing underneath the satellites and the stars The undergrounds, the underworlds Full of pretty boys and those fucked up girls Get out, give in Just take out what you want Just take out what you need Get out, give in Get out, give in Just take out what you want Just take out what you need Get out, get out, give in Intro to life, exit to death Two more bars and we're all out of breath You killed us all, us under the sun But the moon saw you and the gun And the gun, and the gun, and the gun, and the gun The gun, and the gun, and the gun Get out, give in Just take out what you want Just take out what you need Get out, give in Get out, give in Just take out what you want Just take out what you need Get out, get out, give in And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out Oh yes, I do And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out Oh yeah, I do And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out Oh yes, I do And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out I kinda wanna know that you're down on your luck Just the way I was when you needed to run